"Oh, he did," South says with another snort. "He knows me well enough to know when his bullshit isn't going to keep flying."
North backs away, holding his hands up, then turns to walk out the door. He glances back over his shoulder as he goes and past South watches him, standing there with her shoulders drawn tight and her fists clenched, until he's gone and the door audibly shuts with a hiss.
Then she turns and hits the punching bag so hard it almost comes off its chain.
Even present South flinches a little at the sound.
"Sorry, I'm... kinda a lot," South says, which is perhaps the understatement of the century, she guesses. "This wouldn't count as me at my worst, but..."
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"Oh, he did," South says with another snort. "He knows me well enough to know when his bullshit isn't going to keep flying."
North backs away, holding his hands up, then turns to walk out the door. He glances back over his shoulder as he goes and past South watches him, standing there with her shoulders drawn tight and her fists clenched, until he's gone and the door audibly shuts with a hiss.
Then she turns and hits the punching bag so hard it almost comes off its chain.
Even present South flinches a little at the sound.
"Sorry, I'm... kinda a lot," South says, which is perhaps the understatement of the century, she guesses. "This wouldn't count as me at my worst, but..."